How the hell had he become the go-to guy for Lake Bittersweet emergencies, Granger grumbled to himself as he jogged down the street toward the Blue Drake. He should never have helped out with that raccoon. It was always the animals that got you attached.
Bliss was right behind him, wrapped in her faux-fur lined cloak like Heidi in a storm. He hadn’t had any time to process her story before the call came in from Kendra. But details from it were flying through his mind as he ran.
First order of business, when he got the chance, was to learn everything there was to know about Congressman Linde. He knew some guys in the DC office who would be more familiar with the political types. He wanted to know everything about the guy—his connections, his history, his background.
He wouldn’t be the fi
